The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 684: Kill through the Nine Netherworlds for three thousand feet, and from now on there will be no more soldiers in the underworld!

Boom!

After a thunder, heavy rain fell from the sky above the capital, making crackling sounds and washing this ancient capital.

The rain hit the emperor's face, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

After a long time, he struggled to sit up, and his blood mixed with rain water flowed out, dyeing the surroundings red. The emperor's majesty was gone.

But he adjusted his collar and straightened his hair. Suddenly, his bloodshot eyes became bright.

He looked at Zhuge Yunhu deeply, and suddenly laughed: "The Ten Strategies of Admonition to Emperor Shenzong... I still haven't learned them after all."

Zhuge Yunhu's heart was filled with anxiety, and he could not bear it, so he said, "Your Majesty, I am lost—"

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit!"

The emperor interrupted him with a loud laugh, then looked at Lu Zu with burning eyes.

"No need for Sword Immortal to take action, I... can afford to lose!"

After saying this, he suddenly circulated the demonic energy in his body, and his body suddenly swelled up, expanding like a ball, making a sound like a tightened bowstring.

With a loud roar, the emperor's flesh and blood exploded, turning into a pile of meat paste, which gradually dissipated under the washing of rain.

A soul shining with golden light emerged, that was the emperor's yang soul.

Normally, for a cultivator who has reached the eighth level and has formed a Yang Spirit, even if his physical body is completely destroyed, his Yang Spirit can still survive normally, just like a ghost immortal.

But the emperor did not rely on his own cultivation to reach the eighth realm, but relied entirely on external forces, relying on that strange devouring magic skill.

As the evil spirit dissipated, his Yang Spirit immediately became weak, and eventually turned from Yang to Yin, as if he had been beaten back to his original form.

Boom!

When the lightning flashes and the wind and rain blow, the Yin spirit becomes like a candle in the wind, gradually dissipating like quicksand and becoming invisible.

The body and soul are destroyed, without even the chance of reincarnation.

The reign of Emperor Yuanheng, who once brought prosperity to Daqian but eventually fell into the abyss, came to an end.

"The Purple Star Alchemy Cauldron fell into the nightmare sky, and the Nine Palaces Dragon Robe was wrapped in the evil tide."

"How lamentable! The dark frost cooks away the false truth, leaving only the last rays of light to weep over the desolate day."

Lu Zu put away the Chunyang sword, shook his head, sighed softly, and recited a poem.

If this emperor had not fallen into obsession, he should have been a good emperor. However, his evil thoughts led to all his efforts being wasted.

"Sword Immortal——"

Zhuge Yunhu seemed to be about to say something, but Lu Zu interrupted him by waving his sleeves.

"My time is limited, so I'll leave the capital to you. This is also what Xiaojiu meant. The abbot of Taiping Temple in Qianling Mausoleum will also help you."

Zhuge Yunhu was startled and asked, "Where is the Sword Immortal going?"

He was a smart man, so he naturally understood the hidden meaning of Lu Zu's words, as if there was something that was not resolved.

The Pure Yang Sword has not yet reached the stage where it can be completely sheathed.

"Where?"

There was a faint smile on Lu Zu's face, and there was an indescribable sharpness in his unruly voice.

"Wherever Xiaojiu was wronged, I will naturally go there to visit him."

After saying that, he slashed with his sword finger, and the void was like a torn cloth, and a door was forcibly cut open. Through the dim light inside, one could feel the bone-chilling yin energy.

Cut yin and yang with one sword.

Lu Zu turned into a sword light and disappeared into it. The door also slowly returned to normal and disappeared between heaven and earth.

……

The boundary between Yin and Yang is the Yellow Springs Mountain.

In a world of only black, white and grey, thousands of fairy lights suddenly bloomed, as bright as clouds, illuminating all directions.

He was a Taoist in white clothes, carrying a sword. He lightly tapped his cloud shoes and the God of Mount Yamafu appeared automatically, as if he was forcibly detained.

In Journey to the West, wherever Sun Wukong arrived, he liked to call the God of Land to ask questions first. As the leader of the Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave, Lu Zu naturally had such magical powers.

The God of Mount Yamafu was a short and thin old man with a gray beard and chains wrapped around his body. He was hiding in a corner shivering, praying that the immortal who suddenly appeared would not notice him.

But before he knew it, he had already arrived beside the terrifying immortal. "Little God..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of swords, and then the chains on his body broke one after another, and he suddenly felt relaxed, as if a huge burden had been lifted off his body.

"From now on, you are free."

After Lu Zu finished speaking, his figure flashed and the next moment he appeared in Mount Yamafu.

This was originally the place where Tianzun went into seclusion. It also houses the Huashou Gate, the most precious treasure of Buddhism. It was made from the skull of the Buddha of this world and is also the gateway to the Western Paradise.

But now it has become empty.

The god of Mount Yamafu reappeared from the ground, bowed to Lu Zu, and without any hesitation, told him the news of the Heavenly Venerable.

"Reporting to the Immortal, the Heavenly Venerable had been in seclusion here, but at 9:00 pm today he suddenly left with the Huashou Sect and disappeared without a trace."

The time of Si was when Zhang Jiuyang and others entered Qianling Mausoleum.

Lu Zu looked around and saw the hot spring still steaming in the corner.

"There are no hot springs in Huangquan, but Tianzun has great magical powers. He can actually arouse the fire of the Nine Netherworld and boil rootless water to bathe himself. Oh, by the way, he often asks me to collect rootless water."

After a pause, the mountain god looked at Lü Zu's calm face and continued, "I don't know the identity of the Heavenly Venerable, but over the years, I have made some guesses."

"tell me the story."

"I suspect that Tianzun is from the underworld, and can even be on par with the Lord of the Underworld!"

The god of Mount Yamafu gave his own explanation.

"This Nine Netherworld Fire can only be found in the depths of Hell, which is a vital area of ​​the underworld. But the Lord of the Underworld allowed him to bring out the fire, which shows that the two have a close relationship."

"And as for me, Mount Yanfu originally belonged to the underworld, but six hundred years ago, it was given to the Heavenly Lord by the Lord of the Underworld, and became the place where he held the Yellow Spring Banquet, so..."

"The Lord of the Mansion may know who the Heavenly Lord is."

He told all he knew.

Lu Zu smiled and counted with his fingers.

"There's not much time left, but we can't go to waste it."

He once again used his sword to split the void, this time pointing directly at the core of the underworld. Faintly, one could see a series of solemn palaces hidden in the gloomy air as thin as clouds and smoke.

Countless ghost soldiers lined up and waited.

There seemed to be a flash of sword in Lu Zu's eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Today I will... learn from that monkey."

……

Clang!
The sound of the sword chanting was like the cry of a crane in the sky or the roar of a Kun in the North Sea.

The pure yang sword energy that was as bright as gold instantly became the most dazzling color in the underworld, dispersing the rolling yin energy. Under the nine netherworlds, a golden sun rose.

Boom!

The ancient and hard underworld cracked open one after another, and the volcano that Wang Lingguan had left behind was also detonated. The Jade Pivot Sky Fire gushed out and turned into a fire dragon rushing towards the thousands of ghost soldiers.

The sounds of fighting, screaming, and blood and flesh splattering were intertwined together, accompanied by the sound of swords that was like the shattering of jade at Kunshan, as if playing a magnificent piece of music.

Splitting Fengdu three thousand feet in half, the green sword rolled back the cold and dark light.

When the black armor collapsed, the Ghost Emperor was shocked; when the purple lightning passed, the King of Hell was torn apart.

Lu Zu raised his sword and killed thousands of ghosts and gods. His sword energy swept across the underworld. When he was in high spirits, he even chanted poems and sang, his roars shaking the eight directions.

Finally, he felt that this was too slow, so he threw the magic sword out directly, and it turned into a golden crow and flew into the sky, like the sun falling into the sky.

Countless ghosts and gods were burned to ashes by the fire of the sun.

"The fire of the elixir burns the mirror of sin, and the thunder talisman shatters the chapter of sinful fate."

"Suddenly he lowered his magic sword to the rainbow sky, and sat alone in the Jade Palace, smiling at the pale yellow."

On this day, the white-robed swordsman entered the underworld, causing this ancient and mysterious forbidden area to encounter an unprecedented disaster.

Kill them all for three thousand feet through the Nine Netherworld, and from now on there will be no more soldiers in the underworld!

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(End of this chapter)